Okay, so this is rather shorter than most of the oneshots so far. But my brain went into it's whole 'hey, you suck' routine after response for the last chapter was a little low, so motivation was in short supply. Anyway, I hope tomorrow's fic is a bit better, and I'm sorry if today's isn't the OQ stuff you all hoped for. :*

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Due to the excitement of a five-year-old, dimpled Merry Man, Robin and his son are at Santa's Grotto almost an hour and a half earlier than the time sent out on the flyer.

They are perfectly content to wait outside the convent, messing around in the snow and marvelling at the decorations, but after a short while, Roland gets excited when Santa Claus walks past them towards the large building, giving them a wave and a smile as he goes.

The bounding to and fro in the snow continues the moment the door closes behind Father Christmas, Roland considerably more excited - and rather smug that he got to see Santa before everyone else did. Robin smiles, pats his son's head and then throws a handful of snow down the front of Roland's jacket to resume their previous playful war.

But not two minutes later, Santa walks towards the convent again, offering a cheerful 'ho ho ho', and once more Roland lights up and grins and points. But Robin frowns and pouts, noting this Santa looks considerably thinner than the first one that walked past. Perhaps there was a change of costume, he muses, or perhaps it was a different angle...

Robin pushes his thoughts to the side, concentrates on repaying his son for the sudden pile of snow aimed at his face with a laugh and a tackle.

About a quarter of an hour later, another Santa walks past, and this time, Robin knows he's not seeing things. This Santa is taller than the first, and more rotund than the second, and even Roland asks; "Daddy, is there more than one Santa?"

Feeling curiosity get the best of him, Robin answers; "I don't know my boy, but I'll go and see what's happening."

...

The sight that meets Robin when he peeks into the convent is not something he expected.

There's an irate Mother Superior standing to the side and talking to a younger woman that Robin had seen at their carolling session almost a week ago but didn't quite catch her name, three Santas in the middle of the giant hall in a rather heated discussion, and a sack of presents that's being pulled and pushed into each other's arms.

"I came first, I should do it," the first argued - the shorter one that had glasses perched on the end of his nose.

The second one tilted his head, stating; "But I'm more jolly, Doc, and I can do the 'ho ho ho' brilliantly!"

"We get that you're happy, Happy. But I did it last year and the kids loved me," the taller of the three argues in his strongly accented voice. "Besides, I carved the wooden toys myself."

Having apparently had enough of the bickering, Mother Superior and the girl - Nova, Robin suddenly remembers - step forward; "Doc, you're Santa for the time being. Happy; you can get changed and be an elf to help out, and Gepetto, you can collect the wish-lists from the children and see if there's anything you or the convent can do to help. Okay?"

She doesn't wait for a reply before she's heading into another room and leaving the three Father Christmases to stare between themselves.

...

Robin sneaks back to the end of the corridor to where his son is, and together they creep their way outside and return to where a small queue has started to form.

"Papa, if there are three Santa's would that mean we get three presents?"

Robin smiles down at Roland, "I don't think there will be three Santa's, my boy."

The young boy pouts, his head drooping as he scuffs the snow with the toe of his boot, but then he looks up and beams; "No, papa! Look!" He cries, pointing behind his father, "there's four!"

Sure enough, there's yet another Santa walking up the front path. And Robin places his head in his hands, feeling for the guy at the discussion that will no doubt occur once Father Christmas no.4 goes inside.

...

The awkward situation of having four Santa's apparently gets resolved rather quickly, and about twenty minutes later, the kids are allowed to go inside to get their presents.

There's only one sack of gifts - much to Roland's disappointment - but he get his picture taken and a couple of his wishes are considered 'do-able' by the nuns dressed as elves, so he's happy anyway.

The wrapping paper barely lasts until they're out the door, Roland's impatience shining through as he tears away the red and white stripes until he has a stuffed toy in his arms.

"So... What are you naming him?" Robin asks, glancing at the green frog currently being held out in front of his son.

"I don't know yet..."

"Where are you going to keep him?"

"I'm not," the boy responds, receiving a glare from his father when he refuses to elaborate on his cryptic answer for the entire journey back home.

...

When the Locksleys get back to the house, Roland takes his boots off then immediately disappears into the front room. Henry steps out into the foyer to greet Robin, informing him that Sarah had been fine and slept the entire time him and Roland had been away, and if she did that every time he babysat then perhaps he'd do so more often.

Robin chuckles, of course she'd sleep peacefully for her brother and not her father, typical; she was already shaping up to side with the Mills' side of the family.

The sound of quiet murmuring comes from the front room, and both Robin and Henry move to the doorway to see what's going on. They see Roland bent over the side of his sister's crib, tucking the blanket covering her around the stuffed frog he had just been given for Christmas.

"This is to protect you," the boy quietly explains, unaware of his already doting audience. "Mama gave me a monkey, and she said it's to protect me when she's not there, because she wants me to be safe. And I want you to be safe because I'm your big brother. But I can't be with you all the time because I have to go to school, and we don't go to bed at the same time... So this frog is to protect you, and it will scare away the bad people."

Robin can't help the tears gathering in his eyes, his smile hurting his cheeks as he watches his boy press a kiss to his sleeping sister's forehead before declaring; "Mama says that this family is the best at saving people. And I promise you; I will always save you."